fic: Arsenal and Blackbird (Prologue)
Title: Arsenal and Blackbird (Prologue)
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, Roy/Tim
Summary: A familiar stranger enters Roy and Tim's lives
Word Count: 1199
Warning: a little bit of voyeurism
A/N: written for the Roy/Tim love feast (yes it's still going on) and for my au_abc for the prompt villain. My table is here.
Arsenal had parked his car in the alley that was a half a block down from the five (six) story brownstone he'd been watching for the past week. He shifted and stretched as much as he could in the small sports car. Next time he'd get an SUV and stay away from the flashy cars. He glanced at the digital clock, 4:00 am it read. It was enough time he decided. The knockout gas he had pumped into the house had probably dissipated by now.
He got out of the car and walked the half block to the brownstone, taking out his lock pick kit when he reached the front door. It took no time to open the door and disarm the alarm. Arsenal made a face as he stood in the large spacious living room. Large over stuffed chairs and couches filled it up, a bar over in the corner, and large black and white photos hung on the walls.
The pictures showed buildings and cityscapes that he had never seen before and yet he knew who the photographer was. He ignored how his heart clenched and set about setting down his backpack and took out listening devices and small video cameras and placed them about the room. He did the same in the kitchen and dining room and then made his way out to the garage.
Arsenal whistled appreciatively, “Guess the billionaire has some uses after all.”
He walked around the half dozen cars and motorcycles, the red Ducati catching his eye as he walked around the vehicles, putting tracers on all of them. Arsenal knew who the Ducati belonged to, he traced a finger over the handle bars and then abruptly turned around and left.
He headed back in and went upstairs. He made a sweep of the second floor putting bugs and cameras in key locations. He skipped the the third floor where he knew the bedrooms were and headed up to the fourth floor where the gym took up most of the floor and a dark room off to the side.
Arsenal headed back to the lockers and showers, taking out another device from his backpack. What he was looking for had to be over there. He swept the devise along the walls, it beeped slowly until he reached a spot at the back of the lockers the beeps increased. Arsenal smiled as his fingers found the seams of the hidden door, finding the clasp to open it. The smirk on his face as he climbed the stairs couldn't be helped. He'll give the guys credit. They did a hell of a job hiding this floor, unless someone had the building's original blue prints they'd have no idea this brownstone had six floors to it.
The man's lips quirked as he gazed at the room before him. A bank of computers filled one whole wall. A table with some funny looking gadgets was off to the side, there were a couple of stands with what looked like souvenirs on them, a small medical bay filled up a corner, and another set of lockers and what looked like a uniform vault filled up the back of the room. Arsenal peeled off his gloves as he went over to the computer and sat down. There was a touch pad to the side of the keyboard, he placed his hand palm down and let it scan his hand. In a moment the computer screen blinked on and a computerized voice said “Welcome back Red Arrow.”
“Nice touch,” he murmured as he brought up the security log for the last hour. He easily erased the video of him wandering the house and just filled it with a video loop. He also started up another program that copied all in coming and out going messages and sent them to his own computer. It was just a blink and you miss it program, unless someone went looking for it, they'd never know it was there.
Then he got up and went to the uniform vault, several versions of two uniforms hung there. His hand ghosted over the 'R' of the black and red uniform before grabbing one of the solid red ones from the back and stuffed it in his back pack.
After doing a sweep of the attic Arsenal finally made his way down to the bed rooms. He stopped by the kid's room first. She was curled up in her bed around a huge teddy bear sleeping soundly. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at her. She looked small, helpless, and vulnerable. Why would anyone give themselves such a weakness he'll never know. He put a tracer in the girl's back pack and headed for the master bedroom.
For the first time he paused as he stood in the door way. A look of indecision crossed his face as he carefully walked inside the room, as if afraid of maybe waking the two men. The two of them slept peacefully on their bed . The younger of the two's head pillowed on the red head's shoulder.
Arsenal sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the younger man away so the he was laying on his back.
He felt his throat tighten and his heart start racing “Tim,” he whispered softly. Regret, longing, passion and a thousand other emotions clouded his voice. He cupped Tim's cheek, his thumb brushing against the cheek bone. He moved his hand down Tim's neck, his shoulders, his chest. Tracing each scar, comparing it to the memory he carried around in his head. Some of the scars were ones he recognized others were new to him.
Tim.
The whole reason why he came to this world. To find his missing piece. To fill the hole that the death of his Tim caused. A deal made in his own world gave Arsenal four weeks on this one to lay his trap and take Tim back to his own world. “Soon Precious, it'll be just you and me I promise.” he crooned as he stroked Tim's hair.
He bent forward meaning only a chaste kiss, but was soon pulling Tim into his lap, devouring him. Slowly and reluctantly he broke the kiss, but still kept his arms wrapped tightly around Tim and buried his head in the crook of Tim's neck. It would be so easy just to take him now - but that's not the plan.
He let go and laid Tim back down, still petting down his side. “I missed you . . . him. It's like the best part of me is missing. Couldn't go on anymore, had to do something. My beautiful Blackbird gone forever. Then I found out about you, and then I realized I could get back what I lost.”
Arsenal got up and started placing tracers in the collar of a jacket, the heel of a boot, the back of a belt buckle. When he was done he walked back to the bed and looked at this world's Roy Harper. “You've got three weeks with him, then he's mine.” he then turned around and left.